Michael is a gun aficionado with a wide range of guns
and gun accessories. No one in the world can beat him in any kind of
battle, for he has mad skills with guns. But there is one person that
troubles him...

Once upon a time there was a boy named Michael. He was very interested in
guns, and was little interested in anything else. Now gun collectors are
extremely odd creatures, for they have special ways to treat and clean
guns; ways that you or I may find disturbing. Some clean their rifles with
toothpicks or pipe cleaners, while others have special gun-cleaning tools
used to clean guns.

Michael had all
kinds of gun-cleaning tools. Around Michael's waist hung five pipe cleaners
and fifteen gleaming monsters of death. The belt that the items hung from was made from the finest animal skin, that of the great blue
whale. Animal conservationists around the world ran
gibbering at Michael's cruelty. However, Michael did not
care, for the belt was rain and fire resistant, and proved to be a worthy holder of
his guns. Now the guns were no ordinary guns. AK-47's were
primitive compared to what
Michael had. His shooters were sleek, silvery, top-of-the-notch, and
had a deadly accuracy and a shooting range of a thousand light-years. With his
sharp eyesight and amazing aim, Michael could reload, aim, and fire in
less than a picosecond. Opponents fell before him like toppling dominoes. That
is, except the amazing Anjoola.

Michael had all
kinds of gun-cleaning tools. Around Michael's waist hung five pipe cleaners
and fifteen gleaming monsters of death. The belt that the items hung from was made from the finest animal skin, that of the great blue
whale. Animal conservationists around the world ran
gibbering at Michael's cruelty. However, Michael did not
care, for the belt was rain and fire resistant, and proved to be a worthy holder of
his guns. Now the guns were no ordinary guns. AK-47's were
primitive compared to what
Michael had. His shooters were sleek, silvery, top-of-the-notch, and
had a deadly accuracy and a shooting range of a thousand light-years. With his
sharp eyesight and amazing aim, Michael could reload, aim, and fire in
less than a picosecond. Opponents fell before him like toppling dominoes. That
is, except the amazing Anjoola.

Anjoola had an
atomic bomb. Her bombs were one of the special kinds, not made out of
uranium or plutonium. Rather, hers were custom-made out of ununhexium
[116], and were highly unstable. Nothing could beat them, not even
Michael's guns. The guns were cheap plastic toys compared to what Anjoola
had. Yet Anjoola did not know the extreme dangers of her bomb; she thought
it was something round and funny to bring to at a bowling center.

One day, Anjoola
found a little string attached to the bomb. It so happened that Michael
was nearby. In fact, he was right behind her, the nose of his gun at
Anjoola's back. Anjoola's hands were up, as if under arrest. But then one hand strayed curiously to the bomb held in the other hand. The
hand pulled the string.

BOOM! The sound
echoed for light-years around, and creatures from distant star systems
could hear the explosion. The Earth shattered into little asteroids, and
every living thing on the planet died. Except Anjoola. Because Anjoola is
the coolest person in the world.